The man stood on the deck, looking back at the cabin behind him, a cold smirk on his face.
The compassion of a woman will amount to nothing. Delan Sparrow is no longer viable, he must die.
Returning to his room, he sat for a while, pondering the intelligence sent back to him. The Rintos' merchant ship was commanded by a young woman not more than twenty years old.
Having clenched their teeth for so long, The Rintos sent such a chick, in vain he held Agave Rinto in high regard. Turned out he just hides behind a woman.
He tapped his fingers on the table, leisurely waiting for news to come.
Suddenly, a noise from outside sounded like a heavy object hitting the ground. The man was unusually disturbed, his heart skipped a beat.
Quickly, he got up and went outside. A figure rolled to his feet.
His pupils shrunk, the figure was one of the men he had just sent out.
What trash, couldn't even handle a woman, anger surged in the man's heart.
